Sam Fisher- EM Wall Mines

  HE picked his way up the canal to the wall, and was about to slip under when that little voice in the back of his head, the voice of instinct, whispered to him. He stopped. He switched his trident goggles to EM.

  Twelve inches away, mounted at waist height on either side of the wall, was a paperback-sized emission point. Wall mines.

  Fisher dropped flat and crawled beneath the mines. Once clear, he poked his head up and scanned the grounds. He saw no movement, no heat sources, no EM signatures.

- Checkmate, Chapter 58